I brought forward the annual diary date for the Weird Wiv bluebell walk for this year. I am a man of routine, but I am also out of sync with my bluebell calendar. In previous years I’ve gone exploring deep into Wivenhoe Woods early May. I usually hit jackpot with the carpets of bluebells, but they are often on the wain. Hey! Let’s fast forward a month.
There was a beautiful Bank Holiday blue sky early morning. Have sun rays, have flowering bluebells. Or so the theory goes. My man of routine persona even allowed me to deviate from the usual Wivenhoe Wood walking path. Phew. LIVE dangerously Jase, etc. I was rewarded by finding some new stretches of the bluebell coverings that my camera hasn’t troubled in previous years.
I chose to snap away using the very old Nikon D60. This is usually the camera that I reach for whenever I’m snapping away at live sport. It has a great shutter speed action, but is a little big and clumsy when it comes to bending down and trying to be agile whilst out in the field - or even the bluebell wood. The results were so so, but not quite the quality that I craved.
The bluebells didn’t disappoint, obvs. We weren’t alone in taking in the stench of the flowers waking up early morning. It was a little over-powering. For once I had a little time to keep on wandering, finding further new paths to explore.
The crazy world of rock ‘n’ roll, etc. It’s come to this.
